"Oh, close your mouth slayer before a bug flies in," Spike laughed,
seeing Buffy's reaction of disbelief. "You know you want me."
Buffy closed her mouth and rolled her eyes at his arrogance. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh brother! You can't possibly think that I didn't notice! I felt it that night I tried to kiss you. I could feel the passion rising. Don't give me this "you're my enemy" crap."
Buffy stared dumbfounded for a moment before finally snapping out of her state of shock. "Yeah? Well what about you? You said we both want each other. Does that mean- it means -you want me?"
Spike glided toward her and came up behind her. He put his hands on her arms and leaned his head close to her neck. Slowly, he whispered, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you slayer. I don't want to but it burns and eats away at me. I'm drowning in thoughts of you."
Buffy closed her eyes and began to bask in his words, but suddenly she came to reality and broke from his hold. "But-but I'm the slayer, and you-you're a slayer killer. Even if I wanted, how would it work? It just... wouldn't. You have no soul."
"But this-"
"No, that chip in your head is not a soul. If you didn't have it, you'd be right back to killing and feeding and hunting again."
"A guy can change."
"Give me one good reason why I should believe you would change."
Spikes eyes looked pleading. "Because I love you."
"Spike," a voice meekly moaned. Drusilla was beginning to stir from unconsciousness. Spike began to turn to go care for his vampiress.
"Buffy," he said gently, turning back around. "Do you think... that there could be any possibility that you could love me?"
Buffy avoided his glance and looked up at the stars in thought. "Maybe." She whirled around and stared him straight in the eye. "Maybe."
"Maybe," Spike repeated, a satisfied smile creeping over his face. He ran to Dru's aid. "Let's go pet," he said, taking her into his arms. As he walked off into the night back into his crypt, he still had that dumb smile on his face. She had said maybe. Even if it wasn't what he wanted, it was more than enough for now.
Buffy closed her mouth and rolled her eyes at his arrogance. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh brother! You can't possibly think that I didn't notice! I felt it that night I tried to kiss you. I could feel the passion rising. Don't give me this "you're my enemy" crap."
Buffy stared dumbfounded for a moment before finally snapping out of her state of shock. "Yeah? Well what about you? You said we both want each other. Does that mean- it means -you want me?"
Spike glided toward her and came up behind her. He put his hands on her arms and leaned his head close to her neck. Slowly, he whispered, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you slayer. I don't want to but it burns and eats away at me. I'm drowning in thoughts of you."
Buffy closed her eyes and began to bask in his words, but suddenly she came to reality and broke from his hold. "But-but I'm the slayer, and you-you're a slayer killer. Even if I wanted, how would it work? It just... wouldn't. You have no soul."
"But this-"
"No, that chip in your head is not a soul. If you didn't have it, you'd be right back to killing and feeding and hunting again."
"A guy can change."
"Give me one good reason why I should believe you would change."
Spikes eyes looked pleading. "Because I love you."
"Spike," a voice meekly moaned. Drusilla was beginning to stir from unconsciousness. Spike began to turn to go care for his vampiress.
"Buffy," he said gently, turning back around. "Do you think... that there could be any possibility that you could love me?"
Buffy avoided his glance and looked up at the stars in thought. "Maybe." She whirled around and stared him straight in the eye. "Maybe."
"Maybe," Spike repeated, a satisfied smile creeping over his face. He ran to Dru's aid. "Let's go pet," he said, taking her into his arms. As he walked off into the night back into his crypt, he still had that dumb smile on his face. She had said maybe. Even if it wasn't what he wanted, it was more than enough for now.